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In my last post, I described the origin of my own fetish, born from a single image and causing my very first orgasm at 10. That was 1968 and from that time until the late 1990s pantyhose was everywhere. Every woman in a dress was wearing them, pantyhose displays were in every store, drug stores, corner stores, gas stations and of course television ads. I could see the images I needed everywhere and the need to wear pantyhose to see them lessened, not to mention the fear of being discovered. It was most certainly a different time so I'll just say that during my teens and twenties, wearing pantyhose and masturbating was very rare, masturbating to catalogue pictures or pantyhose packages however was almost a daily compulsion, I thought about it 20 times a day. Next stop, my early 30s...
My wife had become very close to a woman she worked with and the first time I met that woman's husband, we bonded instantly, as if we had known each other our entire lives. He was small, extremely intelligent, quite feminine in appearance and movement but there were no "gay vibes" at all. We became best friends almost instantly which made both our wives very happy because they spent a lot of time together and away from us.
One night, my friend and I were having a few drinks and a very deep conversation, our wives were away together in another city for a weeks vacation. My friend looked at me and asked "Can I tell you a big secret?" , "Of course" I answered, he hesitated, looked at the floor and said "I saw". "What do you mean?" I asked, he continued "I stopped by because I saw your car, the door was locked and I came around the back, I looked in the basement window and I saw you", "Oh FUCK" I said out loud but before I could say another word he said "WAIT" and looked at me "I do that too". I was stunned into silence, confused and almost in a panic, I was always so careful, so afraid of being caught and this was my best friend, it didn't make sense, this couldn't be happening and I heard myself say "You're just saying that to make me feel better, you don't have to, I'm so embarrassed" he looked right into my eyes and said, ''I'm serious, it's the truth" he went on, "It isn't just that, when I wear pantyhose and heels, I want to have sex with another guy like me". My face must have been bright red, my heart was pounding and I was having trouble breathing. My friend put his hand on mine and asked "Do you feel like that too?" I could only answer "Yes". I had never imagined being discovered, I had never imagined having to face this moment, especially not with my best friend and the odds against us having the very same fetish and feelings seemed astronomical, this was crazy and I had no idea what to do. My friend laughed and said "Do you want to see the real me? Do you want to try?" ... more stunned silence and again I heard my own voice say "Yes, why not, were down the rabbit hole now aren't we?" "Okay" he said adding "When I dress up, I turn into Tina and I feel like a slut, a completely different person from your friend, I want more than just to show you, are you okay with that?" "Jesus" I said inside my head but my cock was already getting hard and so I put his hand on it and said "does that answer your question?" "Oh baby" he said, "This is my dream coming true, wait here" and he ran upstairs to his office.
I sat on the couch in my best friend's house in utter shock, was this really happening? was I going to do this? I had imagined it for my entire life, playing out my most secret fantasy. My secret self took over and I took off all my clothes. My cock was getting hard and time was slowing down. "Tina" walked into the room wearing a floor length robe, "her" hands holding it closed but I looked down and saw her beautiful small feet covered in tan nylon and wrapped in the kind of formal strappy high heels that have just one single band across the top of the foot. "oh fuck baby, show me everything" I said. Tina let the robe open and it slid off of her shoulders to the floor. I gasped, Tina was wearing nothing but all-sheer pantyhose, pulled up into her armpits in the very same way I had done when I was young, she had removed the gusset, just like I had always done and she had shaved all of her pubic hair off. I had always felt that the bottom half of my body was beautiful in pantyhose but Tina was truly stunning. Tina was staring at my now hard cock and I was staring at hers, hers was a normal length but it was very thin and it excited me more than I thought it would. Tina walked right to me, knelt on the floor, took my hard cock in her hand and said "I've wanted to try this for my whole life, thank you baby" and she put my cock in her mouth as far as she could, pulled back and looked at it up close and said "OH FUCK!" then sucked it hard, I pushed her away and said "Stand up!" and when she did, I looked at her beautiful body covered in nylon and pulled her penis into my mouth, a bomb went off in my head, I had never experienced sexual desire this powerful before, this was it, this was what I had always wanted and never imagined doing for real... "STOP!" Tina said pulling back adding "OH FUCK BABY IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" We fell onto the floor so we could suck each other at the same time and in seconds we were swallowing each others cum. We laid there for a full minute, slowing sucking, not wanting it to be over. Tina pulled back, turned to face me smiling and said "I fucking love it... do you fucking love it too baby?' I laughed and answered "I don't just fucking love it baby, I REALLY FUCKING LOVE IT". So began what was to be the greatest sexual relationship of my life, the exposure and exploration of my most secret self.
The psychology became fascinating, the ritual of purchasing pantyhose then hiding it, waiting until there was no chance of being caught. Locking all the doors and closing all the curtains, washing and drying carefully, opening the package, carefully putting them on in just the right way, stopping when they were between my knees to carefully remove the gusset material and making sure all the seems were exactly where they should be. Slowly putting on my strappy high heels and finally walking around looking down and touching myself until I had to go and look in the mirror. It's dirty and wrong, a shameful and deeply guarded secret, fear and desperation, a true uncontrollable compulsion. Every part of the ritual builds to an orgasm that has no equal, not even close. It never goes away, at least it never has for me, if anything, it is far more powerful in these my later years. I could do it all the time if I wanted to but I don't, it's so much better when it is kept for special moments.
My sexual awakening at puberty was the direct result of a half page pantyhose entry in a Sears catalogue, (yes, I'm that old), All sheer from toes to waist, the tan nylon made the model's body look perfect. I became obsessed with that picture, confused and ashamed by my lack of control, I locked myself in the bathroom 10 times a day to stare at it and after a few days, I had my very first orgasm while looking at that picture. I didn't know anything about orgasms and I was scared but the damn had burst and there was no holding back. This was to become my lifelong and very carefully guarded secret.
It was months later that I stole a pair of pantyhose and rode my bike to the most remote part of a nearby wooded area. I was simply curious about how women felt when they wore them and I couldn't ask anyone. I couldn't even say the word "pantyhose" without blushing. I took off all my clothes and carefully opened the package. I had seen my sister putting them on and knew how to do it carefully but my heart was pounding, my penis as hard as a rock and the fear of being being discovered was making my head spin. My hands shaking, I made sure that the seem was hidden under my toes and that the nylon was not twisted and the nylon was pulled up as far as it would go. I was 10 years old and the waistband of the pantyhose reached my armpits. I looked down at my lower body and gasped, it was almost as beautiful as the picture, I posed my leg and pointed my foot in the same way the model in the picture did. This was it, I could wear pantyhose and become the picture, I could pose the picture any way I wanted and if I was careful, nobody would ever know. It was dirty and made me more excited than I had ever been before. I sat down on my clothes, looked down at my nylon covered body, touched my hard penis and came right then. I hadn't started producing cum yet but this was even better than the picture, a lot better.
Fear and shame seasoned my compulsion. The secrecy made the excitement dizzying and the orgasms I had when I was able to get away to my secret place and wear my pantyhose, were like atomic bombs going off in my head. I was overwhelmed, obsessed and ashamed, afraid of being discovered but helpless to resist.
Every woman I've ever been with has told me that I have beautiful and feminine legs and feet but at 10 years old, my thin little body under nylon was the actual body of a girl. my body "was" the picture, my body was not "me" but an image I could manipulate, pose and stare at. I would later do this in the mirror, never looking at my own face, disassociated from my male self, I was using the image and posing it while I masturbated. No picture was ever as exciting as my own and this led to a deep fantasy. I dreamed that my image, my own body could step out of the mirror and that there would be two of me and we could use each other's bodies, do anything, let ourselves do everything without anyone else ever knowing. This fantasy progressed.
Soon I began carefully cutting away the gusset material of my all sheer pantyhose and pulling my cock and balls out through the hole by adjusting the position of the gusset. Watching myself in the mirror, my hard penis became part of the image and it fed my "stepping out of the mirror" fantasy. The secret part of myself longed to feel that "other" penis, to put it in my mouth and even to put it in my bum while I let my nylon covered body be used, staring at the two bodies in the mirror now, both in pantyhose, both breathless with excitement ready to do anything. In this secret place, unseen by the rest of the world, there would be no judgement and no rules.
I am not and never was attracted to masculine men but in my pantyhose and high heels I became a cock crazy slut. It was just over 30 years ago that my fantasy became reality and while it lasted only 3 glorious years, there has never been anything before or since that compares, not even close.
If you want to hear my stories, tell me. I know that most people are not interested in stories and prefer pictures. It seems silly to reveal all my secrets and desires to an empty room.
never goes away, cannot be denied and cannot be overcome. The digital age has made it possible to access the images of others who share this compulsion. Anonymous and untouchable, few words are spoken because pictures have replaced all other forms of communication. The sad part is that voicing these undeniable feelings to each other by way of written fantasies or actual experiences is the only way to be truly known by each other. We are few and the truth is that the vast majority of people who develop fetishes at or around the age of puberty, tend to be of above average intelligence and posses an above average measure of creativity. Did you know that?
The digital age has constantly reduced our capacity for communication, a few words hastily typed into a small and awkward device. Taking pictures of ourselves and posting them as though they can replace our stories, our dreams and our desires.
In my late 60's , my fetish, my compulsion, has never left me in fact, my desire has deepened over all these years. I was married to 2 different women and both times for many years but now alone, I realize my mistake. My sexuality has always been tied to my fetish and what began as a compulsion to look at the lower half of my body wearing pantyhose and heels in order to masturbate, began to include my own penis and that became the desire to experience gay sex as though I was able to have sex with my own body. Not a crush on a masculine man or any man for that matter but a desperate desire for a real life twin who becomes as horny and as slutty as I do by wearing these things. Lost in each other's lower bodies as if we are both sex toys for each other, a secret place where there are no limits and no shame.
I swallowed my lover's cum and felt him cum inside me, I did the same to him. We bought each other things to wear and laughed at ourselves. We drove to the country and dressed up together in the woods where we were both nervous but uncontrollably horny. Laying on a blanket in a forest clearing, both in body-stockings and heels, both staring at each others hard cocks, feeling each other, sucking each other while making girl noises then walking around together hearts pounding with excitement, encouraging each other to let go of everything else so our secret selves could truly live. I hope every one of you can experience the sheer joy that is made possible by having the courage to say what you want and to be the real you at least for a time.
There is NOTHING as erotic and exciting as sharing a fetish with another guy. Gay sex while you're both wearing what turns you on is nothing less than a revelation. Both of us in pantyhose and high heels, laying together without shame or limits, encouraging each other to play out the fantasies we've had since childhood, since the beginning of this undeniable and uncontrollable compulsion. that first time, looking down at my own nylon covered legs and feet in my strappy heels with a hard cock in my mouth, I finally understood who I am. There is no controlling a fetish and there's no reason to try, it's harmless and embracing it completely is the happiest possible experience. With one partner only, the dance gets better and better until something magical happens, trust becomes intimacy, then desire becomes limitless. I hope every one of you can experience that. Mine was a long time ago and lasted almost three glorious years, I miss it so much, I miss him.